The system gives me immortality, and I will eventually become invincible while I’m alive.

"Moo~" Da Hei Niu took out their gangster three-piece suit and kissed Chen Xun.

Their five golden elixirs can be used as the first to practice five sets of natal magic weapons. These three-piece sets only occupy one golden elixir.

"Old Niu, let's continue to strengthen the suits and magic weapons. As long as they have wood attributes, they can be infinitely improved!"

Chen Xun said excitedly that they had discovered many secrets over the years, as long as they were wood-type objects that had been trained by their golden elixir.

They seemed to have merged with themselves, and the essence of all things was in perfect harmony, producing an inexplicable mutation.

Because their physiques have improved, the period of weakness has become shorter. If the golden elixir is condensed in the body to practice the natal magic weapon, it will recover after a few sticks of incense, which is extremely strange.

Chen Xun and Da Heiniu agreed that it was indeed the effect of health-preserving tea!

"Moo~" The big black cow grinned. It was good to stay in a place like this. No one would disturb them and cause trouble. They were still busy.

"Old Niu, while practicing, continue to stabilize the golden elixir. Don't be impatient."

Chen Xun said with a smile, after practicing a set of natal magic weapons, the golden elixir will fluctuate slightly, "Take every step steadily."

"Moo~" The big black cow nodded calmly and rubbed Chen Xun.

"Lao Niu, make it bigger and stronger, let's do it!" Chen Xun suddenly roared, looking at the windy and sandy sky in the distance, with great ambition in his heart.

"Moo~~!!" The big black bull looked up to the sky and roared, his eyes showing strong excitement.

One person and one cow started to be busy again. They planted crane spirit trees when they had nothing to do, and then used them to cultivate them with the essence of all things. They called it: enlightenment...

More and more Crane Spirit Trees are being planted in their desert, adding a lot of greenery to the land.

But there is no spiritual energy in this place. Maybe after they leave, these crane spirit trees will gradually wither.

……

Time continues to pass quietly, the Qian Kingdom is changing with each passing day, the national power is growing day by day, and more and more people with spiritual roots are emerging in the world.

Sitting in the world of immortality in the two countries, the vision of the major sects is getting higher and higher, and the final victim turns out to be a person with five spiritual roots.

The resources for cultivating immortals are limited, and the miscellaneous spiritual roots of the five lines have become less and less popular. Many large sects no longer accept such disciples, not even to do odd jobs.

Countless people with five-line spiritual roots just disappeared from the public. They married wives, had children, and spent hundreds of years in obscurity in the mortal world.

However, if there were not so many obsessions, perhaps being ordinary would also be a kind of happiness and enjoyment.

In an inconspicuous desert land in the Great Plains of Tiandu, a man and a cow were enjoying this kind of ordinaryness and happiness.

It has been 21 years since King He Lingshu passed away. Chen Xun and Da Hei Niu are packing up everything. They seem to be leaving.

They continued to add 20 immortality points to their mana. How could they not have the power to live in the world of immortality?

"Old Niu, get ready to return home." Chen Xun shouted outside the small house. The surroundings were lush and green, but the ground was a mess, full of traces of being burned by the flames.

"Moo~" The big black cow stood under a tree holding the formation flag, and his body was covered with pots and pans.

Chen Xun sat in front of the house, his eyes shining brightly. His fireball technique was finally strengthened, and he improved it into a big fireball technique based on the original one...

Although he can first practice a foundation-building spell, it is still better than the basic fireball spell, and it will be even more terrifying with the spell bonus.

But Chen Xun has no interest. As his cultivation level increases, the corresponding spells cannot be obtained casually.

If he is used to the feeling of reaching out for clothes and opening his mouth for food, then his path to immortality will be meaningless and will eventually come to an end.

For magic, he enjoys the process of learning and creation, and for the realm of cultivation, he enjoys the step-by-step process.

When he was in Panning City, he said this to Da Hei Niu. Who told them to live forever? Their mentality was completely different from others.

"It's just this skill that I have. My knowledge is shallow and there is no way to improve it for the time being."

Chen Xun shook his head while talking to himself, feeling a little proud in his heart, "It took hundreds of years to create the Fireball Technique. Who can compete with it?"

"Ximen Heiniu, although your formation is ahead of me, but now...it's nothing more than that."

Chen Xun raised his head and looked at the big black bull in the distance. It also learned his own fireball technique.

At that time, Chen Xun deeply remembered that this method excited Da Hei Niu to tears, and he bowed to him, saying that he would never dare to use the formation again in a battle.

"Moo?!"

A cow brayed, pulling Chen Xun out of his fantasy. He looked at the big black cow and said, "Old cow, are you okay?"

"Moo~" Big Black Bull nodded. The Western Formation Flags had been withdrawn, but they were badly damaged and there was nothing left in stock.

"Let's go."

Chen Xun smiled, put on a straw hat, and still had three iron spirit mountain axes wrapped around his waist. He walked around the world and could not let others feel that he could be bullied at will.

The big black cow also ran over, humped Chen Xun, and then looked to the west.

"Old Niu, keep this place as a coordinate."

Chen Xun smiled and said that he was somewhat familiar with this place, "If we want to cross the Tianduan Great Plains, we still need to make a lot of preparations in Qian Country."

The big black bull grinned and nodded heavily. Fortunately, they didn't have a head iron. They were so frugal that they only used a hundred pieces of low-grade spiritual stones.

If you really traverse without thinking and make no preparations, you will probably run out of mana and get lost halfway.

Now that they have prepared everything, all the magic weapons have been refined and enhanced. They are quietly staying in the golden elixir world, brewing terrifying fluctuations.

Their magic weapons have each enhanced the 50,000-year-old Crane Spirit Tree's death energy, but they have not yet reached the limit of the Water Spirit Art after the magic power is added. They will gradually increase it later.

However, the years when Chen Xun's mountain-opening ax is strengthened are divided, which is much more troublesome than the black coffin of the big black cow. The Heling Tree King has reached its limit after one hundred thousand years and cannot be cultivated anymore.

Only wood-attribute magic weapons that have been nourished and refined by their essence and blood can continue to be infinitely enhanced.

The gangster suit has been strengthened for thousands of years, and due to the golden elixir ritual training, it has become quite soft and fits the body.

Even now, with their golden elixir stage spiritual consciousness, they still can't see through it. This is the effect of thousands of strands of spiritual vines. The quantitative change seems to have produced a qualitative change.

But to what extent they can strengthen it, they are still trying, and they can only leave it to time.

But they don't know what grade their magic weapon belongs to, and no one dares to know...

Two figures wearing straw hats faced the scorching sun and walked towards the small house with their backs facing each other.

The jingle bell rang, and their figures became increasingly blurry, leaving only faint shadows.

But what they didn't know in these years was that the sects of Zhiyang Prefecture and Kaiyang Prefecture had sent out golden elixir monks to investigate the vision.

In the end, nothing was found. There was no information about the two people at all. People watching the battle also had different opinions. They couldn't find the heel, so they had to leave it alone.

……

Three months later, a certain border town in the west of Qian Kingdom, Bering City.

People are coming and going here, the vendors are shouting constantly, and there are also tough people who travel around the world. They have weapons in their hands, including people from Jianghu sects and bodyguards.

There are also some caravans going in and out of the city, and many nobles are sitting in carriages without showing their figures.

From time to time, there are BMWs galloping on the streets, and heroes leading horses. Although it lacks a bookish atmosphere, it also adds a wild atmosphere to the border town.

There are many taverns and teahouses in the city. There are constant shouts and shouts inside, and there are also storytelling masters. It is really lively.

A man wearing a straw hat and holding a black cow slowly walked towards the city. They had no magic power in their bodies and were ordinary. There was only a sense of peace in their eyes.